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In the year 2446, the world exists as a mere shell of what it used to be. The Great Cataclysm tore the human race apart as the Horsemen of the Apocalypse rode. War, Pestilence, Famine… Only Death has yet to ride.

Archangel Tzadkiel, Angel of Mercy, takes the task upon himself to find one human on the planet who still understands mercy. Humans are a treacherous species and as his journey nears its end, he fears he may never find that person. When he is captured by soldiers of the ruling tyrannical faction, The Eminent Protectorate, hope wanes even further.

A mere scullery maid, Lourdes, hears screams from her room every night. They break her heart and haunt her nightmares, and though she doesn’t know who they come from, she longs to find him and help him.

When she does, Lourdes discovers she’s opened a door she might regret and entered a world darker than she ever imagined.

***Caution- This book contains brief scenes of violence and rape. Though not explicit, these may be triggers for some readers.***

The story speaks about the courage to be kind in the face of cruelty.  To be compassionate without motive.  To show thankfulness through kindness and appreciate blessings through generosity.

 

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~Morgan~

Burning Question #3 – What #TypesofWriting Do You Prefer?

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Here it is, Burning Question #3. (insert wild, cheering, jeering applause here)

What sort of writing do you prefer to do the most? And, of course, Why? (Please do leave YOUR smoldering answers in the comments section, since this is rather the point )

MY Smoldering Answer: I particularly love writing description and it matters very little what it might be that I’m describing (within reason). In fact, I have a story I’ve presently laid by for a while, unfinished, but occasionally still work on or read over (I know you understand how that works, even though it sounds insane); the story is about two young people living on an island (just to dumb it down to the bare minimums). In this story, I actually wrote an entire chapter…12 single-spaced typed-pages, just describing the island as it passes through a single day and the only “exciting” thing that happens is that a thunderstorm rolls across the island during the afternoon. Sounds boring, yes, but reading it is rather like taking a holiday without leaving your chair.

Description can take a lot of different forms, however, and more recently I’ve enjoyed writing /describing the beautiful, yet often quite sinister, world of Jindaryn in my Novelette “Dark Fey”. Writing these suspense scenes has also become a particular favourite, of which there are many in this current tale.

And being a lover of words, I could, of course, continue describing my fancy for description, but describing such a fancy might lead you to describe my description as a touch more than fanciful.:)

~Morgan~

Unmask My Soul – #LovePoetry & #Passion

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Unmask My Soul

Lover, come, Unto my Heart,
With Zealous, Devoted Fire,
And Let me Never turn away,
O, Let me Never tire;
For in the Dappled Midnight Hour,
With Luminous Illusion,
Passion Seeks the Blushing Flower,
And All of its confusion.

Lover, Come, Unto my Spirit,
Gentle let Your Devotion Be,
Pour out Your Fervor, Moment by Moment,
Play my Desire like Symphony.
For as the Moonlit night Expands,
Your Piquant Charms I Eagerly Extol,
Caress my Senses with Your Loving Hands,
And Unmask My Blushing Soul.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original artwork by : Katarina Sokolova-Latans’ka

Sweetness – #Passionate #LovePoetry

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His eyes reflect the Colours of His Vivid Soul.

His Heart, unclaimed, Is ever my Goal.

His Hands are a Work of Priceless Art,

Breathtaking Perfection in Every part.

His Smile is Entrancing, Enwrapping Seduction,

Leading me, Always, to a Single deduction.

Irresistible in His Masculine Guile,

Dimples caress His Beguiling Smile;

His voice is Symphony; Masterful Sound,

Which makes me Gasp and my heart Pound.

His Body Abundance;

His Spirit Completeness,

Sweetness surrounding Sweetness.

~Morgan~

Potent Power – #Introspective #Love #Poetry

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Glorious

Words

Like a Pallet of Paint to Bedeck a barren canvas with depths otherwise unknown,

stand ready to unmask me.

Call I then upon their Potent Power

to Speak for me in tongues which I would otherwise be ignorant of

and let them spill out in Endless Fashion,

so that, by some means as I may be incapable of comprehending,

they tell the Secret Truth about my Heart of Hearts.

Listen, then, with an attentive ear so each word may Fulfill its Purpose.

Give over the haste of an accusing mind to the Power of these pawns,

Which now I use so incompetently to extricate myself.

 

There is a numbing silence

that parades around the inmost parts of me.

An acquiescence of spirit that, at times, threatens to undo me.

Murderous and suffocating in its heaviness of burden,

pain taunts my every fiber.

The shallowness of Love and it’s every Endeavor,

it’s every deception,

it’s every blaze of unbridled passion and confusions of ecstasy

spin my senses beyond my comprehension.

 

What is there, then, in this plan of existence we call reality

to give us any semblance of Meaning or Purpose?

How do we measure the challenge of continued breath

against the chaos of each beat of our Hearts?

There is an unquestionable merit to Patience, but I am yet to understand it.

Give me greed, hatred, or luckless ambition,

for in these tempestuous actions exists some concordance of logic,

but what of Love?

It does not give us any measure of profit,

it relinquishes no material gains;

yet we track it relentlessly.

It is belittling.

It is Empowering.

It is madness cast upon a writhing sea wherein there lies little Hope.

It is bitter, severing loneliness;

A place I run to where I might hide myself and from where I run to hide.

 

Still; I cannot hide.

Love is All I truly Long for, Hope for, Dream of.

It is the Apparition, the Mirage I witness all around and, yet, cannot Touch.

Each time I suppose myself to be attaining it,

Love vanishes into silvery nothingness,

only to reappear at the very limit of my perception.

Shall I, then, chase after it?

Or shall I sit down among the dry and dusty tumbleweeds

to wait out the drugery of yet another wearisome day?

 

Nay.

I Stand.

I Walk.

I Run.

Ever and Always, chasing the muse.

Endlessly desirous with Hope as Expectant within me as the Glorious Vision itself,

casting all my anticipation upon the one

Who is ever capable of combating all the ruthlessness of this bleak existence,

and in that Decisive Act of Irrevocable Trust,

I Behold the Potent Power of the Manifestation.

 

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest

Give My All – #LovePoetry

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The Beat is Pounding,
The Pulse is Racing,
Lingering shadows, Suffused,
Are chasing,
Dancing Light
Upon the wall,
Secretly Waiting to Give My All.

While I’m Watching,
While I’m Pacing,
Whispers of Suggestion, Enthralled,
Unlacing,
The Fabric of this Moment,
As it Falls,
Yearning, Unmasked, to Give my All.

Your Body is Moving,
Your Hands are Reaching,
The Driving Music, Echoing,
Teaching;
Our Hearts Unite,
Our Spirits Call,
Dancing Together, I Give my All.

Dancing Together

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found at: http://www.auto0moto.blogspot.com

Spanking the Pomegranate – The Triumph of #Communication

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I cannot speak for other languages as I do not know any others fluently, (unless you are including Dlalth, but since that is one I made up myself for my story Dark Fey, it really doesn’t count) but the English language is a curious thing. Have you ever noticed how often we say things that mean something entirely different from what we are actually trying to say? Our slang is chock full of examples. (such as the one I just used.) Chock? How does a word that means to block or stop something from moving; a ships fitting or cable, or an anchor or brace, end up in an expression that means completely full? Even Wiktionary cannot say for sure.

I loved the Linguistics class I had in high school; learning all about words, phrases, slang and etymology; what’s not to like, really? For someone (like me) who spent their free time constructing grammatically correct, compound, complex sentences worthy of praise from Charles Dickens and then diagramming them (correctly, I might add!) just for fun; explaining that I enjoyed the systematic study of (the English) language is like saying Mr. Spock is Logical or Hobbits have hairy feet. It’s a given.

The variety of vernacular that exists, depending on the region (or country) you live in is truly amazing or, one might say, is enough to make your head spin or leave you gobsmacked. As I have lived in several distinctly different areas of the country (that country being the US) I’ve picked up more than a few catch phrases (although how I picked up an inanimate object and what exactly said object was catching I am by no means sure).

In South Central Pennsylvania, where I presently reside, there are a plethora of colloquialisms derived from the Pennsylvania Dutch community that are peculiar enough to make anyone who is not from the area stare at you like you just started speaking Klingon should you happen to use one. For example, if you are embarrassed about something you Feel Your Nerve. If you cannot sit still you are Ruchy. If you want me to move down lower in my chair or make room for you on the park bench you would ask me to Ruch Down or Ruch Over. Similarly, the milk bottle is not empty, It’s All, and you don’t turn off the light, you Make Out The Light.

When I lived in the South (Alabama to be exact, which was an experience worthy of its own bizarre post) I swore left and right (although I never actually turned my head) that I would not be Fixin’ or Reckon’ anything. Nevertheless, I often found myself saying things like It’s Fixin’ to Rain, which means It’s Getting Ready to Rain, or It’s Fixin’ to Get It, which means Things are About to Get a Little Crazy. Fixin’ simply means Getting Ready, unless, of course, you say I’m Fixin’ to Get Ready, which, literally translated, would mean you are Getting Ready to Get Ready, but in reality it means you are already Ready to Do whatever it is you are going to do. Confused yet? I Reckon’!

(Disclaimer to my friends across the pond: As I am not British, {a tragedy I will forever lament}, I believe I understand the proper use of the following examples of British slang, but should I be mistaken, please do feel free to correct me)

In America we say Ta! when we mean Goodbye and Cheers! when we mean Thank you; however in England they say Cheers! when they mean Goodbye and Ta! when they mean Thank You. In America we ask if someone is All Right? when we are concerned over their health or state of being; however in England saying All Right? to someone is like saying Hi, How are you? And if someone in England said to me Give Us a Bell, being American, I would raise a delicately arched brow and hand them a bell, when what they really mean is they want me to call them (or ring them) on the telephone. Perplexed? Me too!

The differences in our own language are endless and with all these intricacies, dialects, regional connotations, and interpretations about (or around, depending) not to mention slang usage and hyper-text abbreviations, it is a miracle that we understand each other at all. So the next time you (or I) labor for hours masterfully interweaving descriptors, plot, characters, research, and good old fashioned fancy into something post-worthy; yet it ends up sparking only minimal interest (or the editor/publisher requests an absurd number of rewrites), take heart! Even if only a handful of readers ultimately respond, you can still consider it a triumph of communication in a sea of chaff.

OH….any for those of you who were lured in by the double-entendre of this post’s title, Spanking the Pomegranate is simply a culinary term used for liberating those delectable little jewels of sweetness from the otherwise inconsequential husk of the fruit.

~Morgan~
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These Avowals – #LovePoems & #Romance

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How Enchanting these Avowals could be
If I had Skill in articulating them of Thee.

How Stirring and Elegant that single Phrase
Would Comprise My Love, and Thy Endless Praise.

Yet I have not skill enough to Name
A single measure of the same;

For this Depth of Love, though I cannot Suppress,
Is more than I know or can ever Express.

~Morgan~

ACX Holds #Authors Hostage #AudioBook Company Refuses to Pay Royalties

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ACX is an Amazon marketplace where authors, literary agents, publishers, and other Rights Holders can connect with narrators, engineers, recording studios, and other Producers capable of producing a finished audiobook. The only problem is, they refuse to pay royalties.

Theft is theft, regardless of how you try to hide it, justify it, or finagle it. A bully is a bully whether they are a pack of kids of the playground or a multi-million dollar company, and the only way I know how to respond is to tell as many people as I can.

As an author, it is undeniably exciting to have your work artfully created into an audiobook. It’s an indescribable feeling to hear your words come alive by a talented voiceover artist, narrator, or actor and ACX offered a unique opportunity to bring creators together in order to produce a winning product. Unfortunately, ACX has not held up its end of the agreement.

I am a published author with Next Chapter Publications. Twice within the last year, ACX has closed my publisher’s account, stating reasons that were unsubstantiated by any sort of documentation, legal or otherwise. The company continued to sell the audiobooks listed under my publisher’s account; yet refused to pay out any royalties. Although my publisher made tireless efforts to negotiate, ACX was uncooperative and resistant to make any resolution.

The most recent action by ACX has locked my publisher out from their account. When we, the authors, write to ACX with concerns, we are told since we are not the account holder, ACX cannot communicate with us about the situation. Meanwhile, our audiobooks continue to sell and ACX is holding all the royalties.

“Today on 17th September, our audiobook production account at ACX was closed without warning. Moments later, we received a cryptic email from them about a copyright infringement on one of our titles, and they have informed us that any outstanding royalties will not be paid. Next Chapter does not have any infringing material on our account, and ACX has shown us zero proof of any copyright infringement.” — Next Chapter Publishing

Understandably incensed, I have done some research into the company and have found a plethora of similar complaints from other authors, narrators, and even the Alliance of Independent Authors-

“The Alliance of Independent Authors has launched an AudibleGate Campaign resource to disseminate information about the latest developments in this case. There, you’ll find breaking news, a summary of the issues, and information on how you can take action to demand a fair deal for rights holders, click here. Below ALLi Watchdog John Doppler explains what’s going on and why the company’s recent “concession” of a seven-day limit on returns misses the point, and is wholly insufficient.”

ACX’s rating on TrustPilot is a woeful 1.9 with page after page of complaints and issues. You can take a look at them here.

“Sales reporting is a mess. Often nothing is reported for days, and seems somewhat random. No transparency: I have no idea if reported sales are accurate. Last month I was getting dozens of sales every day. Then, the new month began and no sales were reported for 6 days. There are still an estimated 150–200 sales missing. I wrote to customer support, who said they were aware of the problem and that many others have complained, but nothing since.

Edit: overnight, ACX deleted 139 of my sales. These were not “returns” (the returns number remained the same as the day before). Still no response from my first email. I’ve written again.”

ACX is hiding sales, changing contracts, and reneging on agreements on a daily basis. This recent article by the ALLi Watchdog Report cites multiple offenses. As does this article by Fictive Universe and this interview with a narrator by AudibleGate. The list of articles and scams goes on and on….and on.

So what does this mean and why am I ranting?

Because theft is theft, regardless of how you try to hide it, justify it, or finagle it. A bully is a bully whether they are a pack of kids of the playground or a multi-million dollar company, and the only way I know how to respond is to tell as many people as I can.

IF you feel as outraged about this as I do, please take a moment to share this article. Bad press can move mountains. Should you feel inclined to further action, you can contact ACX through these channels.

ACX contact information is as follows:
EMAILS: info@acx.com, support@acx.com, exec-relations@audible.com
PHONE NUMBERS: 1–888–396–6347 (US) and 0800–031–4086 (UK)

Thank you for your support.

~Morgan~

Sweetest Language – #Romantic #LovePoems

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Sweetest Langauge

If Love Doth Speak

In the Sweetest Language Of its own,

‘Tis then in Honesty

That it speaks to me,

To my Heart,

With Tremors of Breath,

And Shudders of Pleased Delight;

Yet never let it Cease to Whisper,

Lest I be unable to Breathe

By its Loss.

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Cindy Grundsten

Love’s Flower – #Introspective #LovePoetry

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Loves Flowers

Love is the Passing,
Blushing,
Frailty of a Flower,
Shimmering Brightly in the
Warm Light afforded it.

But when the Wind blows
From the North,
It withers all away,
Falling to Dire Sleep,
Most Dreadful,
Endless Slumber.

Yet Spring oft’ Brings
Delicate Warmth;
Tender Life Anew.
And if this Love will
Flourish and Bloom,
Depends, My Sweet,
Upon You.

~Morgan~
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The Depth of My Love – #LovePoems & #Romance

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The Depth of my Love

My Passion runs Rampant,

Like a Traitor to my Heart,

Revealing to all who can See,

And All who Dare not,

The Depth of my Love

And Sweet Ardor for Thee.

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Lauri Blank

Silence and Solitude – #Introspective #Poetry

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_Dying_Dream_

Silence.

It borders on my Sanity like a perimeter fence, locking out my Solitude, Barring me from myself.

From You.

And Chaos Wakens within me, like the Opening Eye of Daylight, the turmoil of My Soul.

Solitude is Beautiful.

Solitude is Violence to my Heart.

Solitude is something, although I have little or any Awareness of what it is exactly;

Still it Exists and is very much a part of me.

Yet it is rather like a Part of Me I could live without, something necessary, but not Vital in sustaining me.

Silence.

It keeps me from Sharing that which I would rather not Share.

Or if I Would, I’d ought to not.

Or if I ought to not, I rather Would.

Silence And Solitude.

The inner workings of a Heart in Need of more than what it knows it wants,

But that it wants what it knows it longs for,

Ever Seeking that which it cannot find, yet yearns for,

The Match,

The Other,

Half of itself, lost in Time,

Waiting

in Silence and Solitude

for that seeming Tranquility to be broken

By You.

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~Morgan~
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Artwork found at : http://www.tekstovi-pesama.com

It Is Not – #Poetry About #Negativity

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It Is Not

It is Not,
It does Not,
Calamity upon the sleeve;
Creeping like the Dark of Night
Into the Heart
To lurk and cleave.

It has Never,
It will Never,
Trespass set into motion;
Crushing the Majestic Billowing Wave
Of the deepest,
Bravest Ocean.

Impossible,
Improbable,
Wreaking Havoc on their course;
Vile demons smashing Heaven,
Hand in Hand
With Force.

Negativity,
Like Poison,
Caustic as Infection;
Cheats the Heart of all that Shimmers,
And Gathers unto it
Rejection.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: abuseofreason at deviantart